I take my bread and wine at ease
while Haiti stands and starves.
I take my warmth and comfort at home
snug and safe under clean sheets
and layers of perfect quilts.
Haiti’s shelter is but stars
it’s bed but broken streets.
I drink crystalline pure water, cold and delicious
Haiti’s water pools in downhill gutters
befouled beyond the palates’ of vermin.
I sit whole and without worry
and dream a life of lilacs,
beautiful and sweetly scented.
This by some grace of providence.
Haiti lies bleeding and lost
in a poverty to take your breath away.
I’ve heard it asked, “what must be God’s intention?”
Maybe it is for us…
not to look away.
American Flatbread restaurants will host a series of benefit bakes for Haiti. Thanks to them, and to you we will not look away.